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electric white

 
I want to crawl upon your skin
sipping from the cup, again

a heaven’s taste to taste
the breath – the longing   touching   loving,

the anima within my skin
is quickening,  sweetheart again

much too much a feeling right,
this breath of life that moves inside,

the pain of aching – it echoes white;
the wave of the electric tide,

& the fire and Latin upon my tongue,
Its much too long for the night.  

Written by Pishashee
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